pairing: non idol!yeonjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 789
includes: mentions of studying, yeonjun is a little cocky, written with a jock x nerd dynamic in mind but it doesn't really come through lol
“you’re staring.” you just barely catch the mischievous glint in yeonjun’s eyes when he meets your gaze. his lips curl into a teasing smirk as he props face against his hand.
“you’re handsome,” you retort. the flicker of surprise that flashes across his face fills you with pride. everything about yeonjun drips with confidence - from the relaxed way his eyes scan your expression to the compliments that leave his lips with ease - which only makes it all the more satisfying in those rare moments when you’re able to fluster him.
he’s smiling now, absentmindedly pushing a hand through his hair as he chuckles. with his bangs pushed back, even if only slightly, you’re fully able to see his features. there’s a barely noticeable pink tint on his plump lips. despite the eyebags you can see lingering underneath his eyes, you’ve never heard a complaint dare to escape his lips.
the report you were supposed to be writing is all but forgotten when yeonjun leans a little closer. the space separating you is somehow simultaneously too much and too little. he’s close enough for you to touch, but not enough to feel. it’s infuriating. and, even worse, yeonjun knows it.
“is your flirting always this bold?”
you cock your head at him in mock confusion, glancing back down at your still-open textbook in a poor attempt to return to your studying. “who said i was flirting?”
yeonjun only offers a soft hum in response. a momentary silence falls over the room. for a second, the only noise you can hear is the soft ticking of a lonely clock hanging on the wall, reminding you of how little time you have to finish your work.
unfortunately, your peace doesn’t last for long.
the chair beside you achingly scrapes against the floor before yeonjun slides into the seat beside you. his knees knock against your own as he dramatically opens his books, flipping mindlessly through the pages before he settles on his destination with a satisfied hum. “what did you get for number seven?”
the question is so innocuous it almost catches you off guard at first. you wait for a second, waiting for a snarky remark that never comes. “twelve.”
“thanks.”
when you turn to glance at yeonjun again, you’re almost shocked to see him already staring at you. it shouldn’t fluster you nearly as much as it does. he softly smiles, reaching over to push a stray strand of hair out of your face. “choi,” you do your best to sound intimidating, though you can even hear the way your words falter. his fingers trail along your jawline before finally settling against your cheek; his thumb gently brushes against your cheek.
“y/n,” he murmurs. yeonjun’s gaze lowers to stare at your lips before he meets your eyes once again. his touch feels like it’s igniting fires against your skin. “is this okay?”
you manage a simple nod in response. yeonjun smiles softly in return. you’re half expecting him to pull away, return to his playful teasing and maybe copy down a few of your answers onto his own paper. but he doesn’t.
instead, he leans in a little closer. your heartbeat is even faster than before. you feel hyper-aware of everything around you: yeonjun’s hand still resting against your cheek, the limited distance between your bodies, the way his gaze lingers on your lips for just a little too long.
yeonjun stops when there are still a few centimeters between your faces. there’s enough space for you to pull away - to turn back to your work and pretend like this never happened. to go back to the way it was before.
but you don’t. you don’t want to.
his lips part slightly. you’re not sure what he’s about to say.
your body moves faster than your mind. tentatively, you press your lips against yeonjun’s. a second passes before he reacts. and then, you both decide there’s no going back now.
yeonjun’s lips are soft against your own. they smell faintly of mint - so light it’s barely there. your bodies mold together perfectly.
yeonjun’s cheeks are dusted a light pink when you pull away. the sight makes you chuckle quietly to yourself. “oh, wait,” you freeze when yeonjun reaches over, carefully pulling a stray eyelash off of your cheek.
you can feel heat spreading throughout your entire body. your heart races in your chest. you’ve never felt like this before. or at least, you’ve never noticed it before.
yeonjun smiles as he rests the thin strand of hair on his finger, holding it up towards you. “make a wish.”
despite yourself, you chuckle softly, closing your eyes before you gently blow it away. i wish to feel like this forever.
notes: my apologies for the lack of fics, my motivation has been HORRIBLE lately <//3 not proofread, so pls forgive any mistakes !!
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warnings: swearing, some pining, yn is a little drunk
word count: 3k
a/n: i wrote this literally 3 years ago and never posted it so uh. happy new year i guess!
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Looking back, your year wasn’t too bad. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, but perfection doesn’t exist, anyway. Would you change anything if you could? Who knows? It’s not like you can go back and do it, so you prefer not to think about it too much.
The New Year’s Eve party is kind of loud, there’s too many people. Usually you wouldn’t be caught dead at such an event, but Yeonjun always knew how to work his way around you. It was hard saying no to him when he knew just how to convince you. You tried to, you really tried, but he gave you those puppy eyes — or should you say Shrek’s Puss in Boots eyes? — and you couldn’t help but give in.
So you dressed up, put on your best cologne and let your best friend help you make sure you looked good before going to Kang Taehyun’s house. You’ve always heard he was the best party thrower, so you’re not surprised to find out the rumors are true.
The music is nice, just as much as the food and the drinks. The atmosphere is very inviting to anyone who likes that kind of thing, and although you’re not one for loud parties, you still try to make yourself comfortable. You’ve already greeted many people, and even danced shyly for a while, but your social battery was far from lasting as long as Yeonjun’s.
By now, your best friend has disappeared in a sea of people, and you know he’ll eventually find his way back to you, but you don't wanna stand awkwardly beside him like a shadow for the rest of the night. Yeonjun is a true party person, he enjoys being surrounded by people. He might even find someone he could spend the night with, and you don’t wanna be in his way. You’d never cockblock him, would you?
All of that’s why you end up consuming one too many drinks, just enough to leave you a tiny little itty bitty bit tipsy. See, you don’t really like the strong taste of alcohol, but Taehyun had so many options to appeal to everyone’s personal taste, and you found yourself a nice sparkling wine that was perfectly sweet and did wonders to your taste buds, so you might have had a little more than you should’ve.
You’re not drunk, you know you’re not. At least you think so. You’re still 100% conscious, you know exactly what you’re doing and where you’re going, but it’s kind of hard to keep your balance. Every time you move, you feel like you might fall over, so you tread carefully toward the balcony.
The sky looks nice, the stars are on full display — not a single cloud to ruin the picture. Though the snow is no longer falling down, you can see the white coat it has created over the entire town. It’s quite the view. Peaceful, comfortable. The cold doesn’t bother you at all as you get distracted, admiring everything there is to see.
You still have a glass of sparkling wine in your hand, and at this point you don’t even know how many you’ve had. But you don’t think too much of it, because you still feel sober enough. Leaning forwards, you prop your elbows on the ledge of the balcony and look down. It’s really high up, but it’s not like you’re going to jump or fall down, so you don’t really feel scared.
For a moment, you catch your thoughts wandering in Yeonjun's direction. He’s one of the only constant things you have, if not the only one. You've been friends for a while now, longer than you can recall. You actually admire the people who keep track of precisely when their friendship with someone started, because you could never do that. You know there was a time when Yeonjun wasn't there, and then suddenly he was, and you know he waltzed into your life when you were children, maybe pre-teens, but you're not sure of the exact date or even the year when it happened. All you know is he's been there for you for long enough and it feels like it's been a lifetime.
Feeling the cold breeze turning your cheeks red as you admire the snow-covered buildings, you feel thankful for him. Sure, you wouldn’t be at a party if it were completely up to you, but the thing about your best friend is that he always knows when you might just have a good time going somewhere, and when you might not. He never really forces you to go anywhere with him, but if he feels like it’s gonna be good for you, he’ll try and convince you to be his plus one. And, once again, he was right about this one. Despite not mingling with people for too long, it still feels nice to have a change of setting, be somewhere new. Besides, you know he’ll be right there and take you home as soon as you want to leave, all you need to do is text him, but you don’t feel the need to.
You’re not sure what time it is, but you’re guessing it’s probably close to midnight. Instead of reaching for your phone to check the clock, you raise your glass to take another sip, and that’s when you hear someone clearing their throat.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough drinks tonight?” Yeonjun’s playful voice speaks directly to you. He walks up to you, stands right beside you and gently takes the drink from your hand, as if to prevent a tragedy.
You offer him a lopsided smile. “Not at all. I’m still perfectly fine.”
“Mhm. How many glasses have you had so far?” He seems to be having fun with the sight of you, for some reason. You narrow your eyes and tilt your head back, looking at the sky as you try to mentally count the number of times you’ve gone for a refill. After a few seconds of silence, Yeonjun chuckles and pats your shoulder. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“No, I swear it wasn’t that many! I’m okay, I’m completely sober.” You insist and he raises an eyebrow.
“Is that so?” He grins, and for some reason, you catch yourself looking at the shape of his lips as if it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Maybe it is. Yeonjun has always been a handsome guy, and in the past few years he’s gotten more attractive. His features have become less juvenile, more mature. He always gets heads turning whenever he walks into a room, and you're not oblivious to how good he looks.
As soon as you notice where your mind’s going, you shake those thoughts away. “Yeah, look, I’ll prove it!” You step back from the ledge, trying to think of a way to show him you mean what you’re saying.
You end up raising your left leg, standing on the other and trying to keep your balance — which is probably not a good idea, considering you’re tipsy — as you start counting. Yeonjun still looks entertained, like he’s holding back his laughter and just waiting for your arms to start flailing around. You, on the other hand, can’t help but notice how beautiful he looks under the moonlight, with the dim light of the tall lamp set outside also illuminating his face.
You lose your balance as soon as that thought crosses your mind again, swaying helplessly for an instant. Thankfully, Yeonjun has quick reflexes, so before you know it, he has already put the glass down on the ledge and come to rescue you in his arms, preventing you from falling flat on your face.
“Pff, yeah, totally sober. You’re the most sober person in the entire world right now.” He scoffs, while still firmly holding you.
You hold on to his arms and stay still for a moment. The sudden movement made you feel dizzier than you already were a few seconds ago, so you need to stabilize yourself before moving.
He notices it and brings you closer, tilting his head in an attempt to look at your face. “You okay?”
Being so close to him, you can smell his cologne. It’s nice, not too strong, and it smells like… comfort. You’ve known him for way too long, and that’s the smell of warm hugs, soft smiles and playful light punches. It’s the smell of home.
Fuck, where are these thoughts coming from now? You start giggling to yourself like a child, and that makes a smile replace the worrisome look that was on his face just now.
And damn, you keep getting distracted by his smile. You’re not the religious type, but if there’s a God up there, you’re certain He took his sweet time designing Yeonjun’s smile Himself, making sure it would look as heavenly as humanly possible. You get so fixated on his smile you don’t even notice your giggles slowly fading, giving space for a dumbstruck face.
“Jesus, you are drunk.” He comments, and in return you slap his arm, coming out of your moment of daze.
“I’m not! I’m just a little tipsy, it’s fine. Thank you for saving me, though.” You smile awkwardly and stand up straight once again, letting go of his protective embrace, though you don’t want to. You immediately miss his arms as soon as you leave them.
“Let’s slow down on the alcohol for now, alright? Don’t make me carry you home, you’re supposed to be the responsible, reliable friend here.” Despite the playful tone, you know he’s actually just worrying about your well-being. He knows you’re not used to drinking too much and doesn’t want you to end up sick or passed out on a couch.
You nod in agreement and lean on the ledge once again, silently staring at the view. You need some air, you need to stop focusing so much on Yeonjun’s features and qualities.
But he settles by your side and your head automatically lies on his shoulder.
“They’re gonna start the countdown soon, that’s why I was looking for you. We only have a few minutes left.” He says quietly after a moment of silence. You can still hear the party behind you, everyone’s being incredibly loud, so you appreciate the fact that your best friend is right there with you.
Yeonjun is usually loud and rowdy, the life of the party, always ready to dance for hours and joke around. Everyone loves him, everyone fawns over him, he’s a real social butterfly, but nobody knows him as well as you do. This other side of him is reserved exclusively to a few lucky people, and you’re one of them. It’s a quieter, gentler side, one that’s calm and soft and sweet. He’s just standing there with you, staring at nothing and everything in front of his eyes, because he knows you appreciate little moments like that, and he doesn’t want you to be alone out there.
“Do you wanna go back inside?” You ask, hoping for a negative response. Particularly, you’d much rather stay there with him. Out of all the people at that party, he is the only one you want to be with when the year finally comes to an end.
“Only if you want to. I’m cool with staying here with you.” He doesn’t raise his voice, as if the two of you are sharing secrets right now.
“Okay.”
You don’t feel like going back inside at all. It’s better to stay there, because if you go back, he’ll probably be taken away from you. Too many people want him around, and you feel like you should be the one beside him once the clock strikes twelve.
“Jjunie.” You call for him and he hums. “What’s gonna be your New Year wish?”
He chuckles and pushes you lightly. “C’mon, you know you’re not supposed to tell your wishes or else they won’t come true.”
You furrow your eyebrows and look at him. “Oh. That rule’s valid for New Year wishes too?”
Still smiling, he nods. “It’s valid for any type of wish, isn’t it?” His hand reaches up to delicately rub his thumb between your eyes, smoothing out your skin. The gesture makes you raise your gaze to his face, looking in his eyes for a moment. “Wrinkles.” He’s always telling you you’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep doing that with your face, so that single word is already a good enough explanation.
You’re used to his touches, but you’re still feeling lightheaded and that seems to be affecting your judgement. It doesn’t help that he seems to get just as distracted by you as you are by him right now. His hand lingers in place for a few seconds, because the two of you are staring at each other’s eyes, not saying a word, and you’re so close to each other. It’s like the cold finally froze both of you in place, and neither of you could move.
“You’re staring.” He’s the first one to break the silence, but not the eye contact.
“You too.” Your gaze falls to his plump lips, which look way too tempting right now for your own good.
He seems to take notice of that, because the corner of his mouth tilts up in a more discreet smile. His hand finally moves again, gently holding your chin between his fingers so that he can slightly move it up, trying to capture your eyes with his once again, and you feel something stirring inside of you as soon as your gaze meets his.
“Did you find anyone to be your New Year’s kiss tonight?” Your curiosity strikes, because you don’t wanna think about him kissing anyone else. He’s already there with you, might as well follow the tradition. That’s what best friends are for, isn’t it?
He chuckles, but his eyes are still staring at you intently. “Don’t know yet. Did you?”
You feel brave enough to put your hands on his waist, as a sign that you want to keep him close just like that, and neither of you tries to move your faces away from each other. “Maybe.”
And then the countdown starts. You can hear the people inside excitedly chanting out the numbers, but the two of you don’t move an inch.
Ten. You think back to when you were teenagers and you had the biggest crush on the man right in front of you, when he was just a silly nerdy dude.
Nine. His thumb rubs your cheek.
Eight. You silently recall the number of times people thought the two of you were together, and how you always felt secretly disappointed every time he laughed it off.
Seven. You tighten your grip around his waist.
Six. You wish you could just hold him close for the rest of the night. He’s always been there for you, through thick and thin, and tonight something seems to have clicked in your head, but you still can’t put your finger on it.
Five. He lets out another chuckle, quieter this time.
Four. “Y/N.” He calls your name in a whisper.
Three. You stare at his lips once again.
Two. “Will you kiss me?” You whisper back.
One. He leans closer to you, lips ghosting over yours, without really touching them.
Happy new year.
He hesitates for an instant, but then tilts your head just enough and leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Happy new year.” He looks into your eyes again, with a soft smile on his face.
You furrow your eyebrows, trying to understand what just happened. Oh, shit, did you just embarrass yourself?
“Oh, um– Happy new year.” You step back, suddenly regaining the consciousness you seem to have lost just a moment ago. “Maybe I should…” You point to the door and try to move that way.
Did you just honestly ask your best friend to kiss you? And then got a kiss on your forehead? Maybe you should've actually jumped off that ledge after all.
Still, before you can move, he holds onto your forearm. “Wait. Where are you going?”
“Um, well, we– I just. I mean, uh… This is kinda awkward, isn't it?” You scratch the back of your head.
“Is it? Doesn’t have to be…” He doesn’t seem to follow your train of thought.
“Well, I thought you were, um–”
“About to kiss you? I was.” He cuts you off with an amused grin.
You narrow your eyes, suddenly feeling suspicious of him. Before you can say anything, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer.
“C’mon, Y/N. You don’t know how badly I wanna do this right now.” He sounds half amused, half frustrated.
“Do it, then?” You can’t understand what’s holding him back.
“I gladly would, but you had to go and drink your ass off tonight, of all nights. Now I can’t kiss you without knowing whether you actually want this or not,” he reasons. “I mean, what if you regret it later? As far as I know, this might be just you being drunk.”
You scrunch your nose. You want to be mad at him, but he’s so fucking precious right now, not wanting to kiss you when you’re not 100% sober because he cares about your consent.
“You’re no fun.”
“Sorry for respecting you, I guess?” He replies and you laugh quietly.
“Whatever. Fucking loser," you tease him. "Sleep over at my place and kiss me in the morning, then. How about that?” You suggest and he nods.
"I like the sound of that," he agrees, and you wish you could kiss that adorable smile off his face.
“Can you at least hold me for now?” As soon as you whine, he wraps his arms around you, bringing your body against his own and allowing your head to rest on his chest.
“Always.”
And though you can’t kiss him tonight, you spend the rest of the night clinging onto him, letting him drown your senses with his presence. Once you get home, you innocently share a bed with him and fall asleep holding his hand, anxiously waiting for the next morning, and not willing to let him go this time.
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๋࣭⭑ pairing ๋࣭⭑- idol!yeonjun x superstar!oc x idol!jungkook
๋࣭⭑ synopsis ๋࣭⭑- a love triangle between Hollywood’s sweetheart, Korea’s golden maknae, and Gen Z’s IT boy. Estrella is a very busy woman who never had time dating with all her photoshoots, movie offers, recording sessions, dance practices, and public appearances. As she’s doing a little world tour promotions for her latest mini album ‘You & Me’, and let’s just say that stop lasts a little longer and it becomes a little too interesting.
๋࣭⭑ a/n ๋࣭⭑- this is a filler chapter, but I hope y’all still enjoy 🫶🏼
Korean = italics English = normal
outfit | makeup | hair | nails
Today is the pop up event for fans to visit and buy merchandise such as clothing items, albums, cute pc holders, and other little trinkets. Estrella even came early before opening to sign posters and even the huge picture of herself on the wall so fans could take their cute photos. Estrella took time taking photos in the different photo ops so she can post later. “I’m glad my vision came to life.” Estrella was planning this event for months since this pop up event will not just be in Korea. She would make 3D models on her iPad making sure everything was perfect. “Oh my god, Estrella you have to see how many people are lined up.” Daya grabs Estrella by her hand and pulls her towards the entrance. Starrys started cheering and pulling out their phones to record Estrella, who immediately started giving fanservice; waving, heart poses, and blowing kisses at all the starrys by the entrance.
“Estrella, can I talk to you for a minute?” Megan pulled Estrella’s attention away from her fans. “Yeah.” Estrella quickly waves ‘bye’ before following Megan. “So I just received a bunch of calls from different entertainments here asking if you will allow their idols to come visit because they are a big fan of yours. I just didn’t want to give a quick answer before I had a talk with you.” Megan always included Estrella in decision making. “Yes, but my starrys will not wait outside longer than the opening time just because an idol is in here. My starrys have been waiting since the middle of night and I will not let them wait any longer.”
Estrella obviously really cares for her fans and always wants what is best for them, plus seeing how dedicated they are to coming to her events and waiting for hours on end just to see a glimpse of her, or just to make sure they buy the merch before it sells out. That’s why when celebrities come to Estrella’s events she doesn’t treat them better nor give them special treatment. They will receive the same like all her starrys get. Because she sees how other celebrities act with their fans when their celebrity friends come or how they make them wait even longer because their “friends” are in there looking around taking their time buying everything.
“For sure, I’ll call them back and tell them.” Megan goes back to business leaving Estrella to finally open her pop up. Before Estrella could open the doors the staff made sure to tell the fans not to act too crazy around Estrella when they get inside since she’ll be there helping them and checking out their items. Once the first set of starrys came they were already freaking out in the entrance way because there stood Estrella helping the staff pass out exclusive photocards.
After a couple of hours helping starrys find the right size, finding out if they have more in stock of the photocard holder, checking out starrys at the register, and helping taking the photos for starrys in the photo ops. Many videos went viral joking that Estrella is those managers doing everything and running that pop up like the military.
“Lunch time boss.” Sana giggles, guiding Estrella away from the register. “We got pizza in the back and a special someone came.” Estrella furrowed her eyebrows trying to think who it would be. Since lots of idols came to the pop up and were just as excited as starrys were seeing Estrella in person.
“Our star is here after working so hard.” The staff laughed seeing Estrella's tired face. “We ordered pizza,” Sana plated two slices of pizza for Estrella. Luckily the pop up staff created a little green room for Estrella’s team to chill in while Estrella worked the floor. Estrella wanted to start eating, but she wanted to know who was the special person to see her. “Hey who’s the-“
There was a knock at the door causing Estrella to whip right around seeing the one and only, Choi Yeonjun. He has a pink flower bouquet with him making Estrella grab and pillow hiding her flustered face. Her staff never saw Estrella so shy since she’s always so confident and is never the one to break. The whole room pointed at the shy Estrella hiding from Yeonjun’s eyes. “Why, why?” He comes closer to Estrella, confused about her flustered state. “Why the flowers?” Estrella asked while placing the pillow from her face on to her lap. “I wanted to give you a little congratulation on your successful promotional week.” Yeonjun handed over the bouquet to Estrella. “Oh my god, thank you.” She pulls him into a hug. Yeonjun was a bit taken back at the friendly gesture, but nonetheless wrapped his arms around her, hugging Estrella back.
After the hug Yeonjun realized that she had yet started eating, so not wanting her to go back out there with an empty stomach he started encouraging her to eat. “You're welcome. Start eating, you need energy to go back.” Yeonjun rubs her back, while taking back the bouquet, gently placing the flowers on the table letting Estrella to eat. If the staff didn’t know any better they would’ve thought Yeonjun was her boyfriend with how he’s treating her.
“Should we leave the two?” Daya whispered to Sana, who was watching the scene in front of them. “Yeah.” Sana nods her head grabbing Daya’s hand. “Hey, we should let Estrella rest alone. Let’s help at the front.” Sana gets all the staff members out. Before Daya and her head out last, Sana sent a quick wink towards Estrella who wanted to roll her eyes, but held it in.
Now that Estrella and Yeonjun were by themselves she decided to make the first move. “So…what’s the real reason why you’re here? Did you miss me that much, mm?” Estrella raised her eyebrow at him, while wiping her hands with a baby wipe to get the pizza grease off her fingers. “Maybe~” Yeonjun smiles, while playing with Estrella’s jog string that was hanging from her fluffy skirt. “How cute.” Estrella chuckles. “But I also wanted to come and support you. I am a fan too, you know.” Yeonjun leans back into the couch they’re sitting on. “You must be living every fan's dream right?” Estrella gives Yeonjun her signature sweet smile many fall for. “Not yet.” Yeonjun’s dream is to be able to bag Estrella and make her his.
The two make intense eye contact with each other feeling the tension in the room. It is so thick you cut it with a knife. Estrella moves closer while placing her hand on Yeonjun’s cheek caressing it. Yeonjun was instantly wrapped around her finger as he leaned closer into her touch. Yeonjun was also closing the gap between them.
*knock knock*
“Estrella 5 minutes!” Megan’s voice was heard through the other side. The two quickly went back to their places. Estrella looked at Yeonjun while giggling, causing him to laugh too. “Are you free tomorrow night?” Estrella asks, while crossing her right leg over her left. “Why not tonight?” Totally whipped. “I have plans tonight jjunie.” He could hear his heart beating louder with hearing his nickname coming from her lips. “Before I head out,” Estrella grabs a piece of paper and a marker from her Vivienne Westwood shoulder purse. “Here so you don’t miss me too much.” Estrella says, as she writes down her number with an xo at the end. “Bye~” she pets his head before walking out of her green room.
Yeonjun sat there still processing what’s written on the paper. “The woman you are Estrella Blue.” He sighs, dreamily.
warnings: drunkenness, mentions of kissing, one use of sh*t
"Please leave a message after the tone."
Listen... baby... He's drunk. He may be more drunk than you've ever known him to be. I know- I know it's too late, but you know I have to try because... A deep sigh. Because I can't lose you, okay? I know I already did, and it's killing me, baby. I... baby? Why won't you say something? Oh, right. Damn, I miss you so much. I miss your voice. I miss the way you'd be counting down before the countdown just to make sure we were together, and there was no way we'd miss out on our New Year's kiss. He chuckles, the sound turning into a scoff at the end. I wonder who you're kissing now. I just- I know you said that I just don't want to be alone, but... but it's not true. It's you. It's only you that I want to see right now, all the time. Believe me, there's a party full of people in the next room, girls who would be climbing all over me- no... no, I didn't mean that- shit. He's silent for a moment. I love you. I love you, and I would do anything for you to please just give me one more chance, I-
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sending in a fluff request where you and the members (or just beomgyu) go cologne and/or perfume shopping! something like how they pick out a perfume for you to wear and how they wound react when they pick out a scent they really like on you~~
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[🌸] scent of a lover w/ txt
✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / non.idol!au / minor cursing (none with ill-intention!) / fluff, silly
✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,169 words
✿ in which they choose a scent for you to wear and...
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[🐰] soobin
soobin intended to follow quietly or at least try to gauge what intrigued you or captured your interest as you two walked along the shopping mall department of perfume scents. he notices how certain smells make your nose scrunch up in distaste or whenever something pleasant makes you smile to yourself in satisfaction despite not wanting to get anything. he dabbled a little in having a go at picking out scents when he notices just how carefree you are in picking out the bottles, spraying them onto the paper provided and giving it a smell before handing it to him to have a whiff. he mindlessly picks one or two, and gives it a smell, before stumbling upon one that makes his eyes widen as the scent gently rings a bell of memory embedded in his mind. it's a cherry blossom fusion of sorts; citrusy and fruity yet... it's warm and comforting that it kisses his bones tenderly at the recollection. you pause and notice how soobin's turned to stone and carefully pluck the piece of paper so you can have a smell of what he's smelling. it's like you two are transported into the memory lane you two share; one filled with a confession under a cherry blossom tree on a warm, semi-breezy evening along the sunset. you don't miss the way soobin's pursed lips turn into a smile and the swiftness of his hands to grab a bottle of perfume to head to the counter to purchase for you.
tl;dr: more of a watcher than a participator initially, but would gradually get into watching you pick out a scent and would surprise you when he picks out a scent that reminds him of you. could potentially just be an overall feeling of what he's reminded of when he smells the scent but i think he could pick something out based on a core memory he has of you, or a memory that he's fond of whenever he thinks of you that it reminds him of it when he picks out a scent. wouldn't necessarily get offended if you didn't like the scent he's picked out but would enjoy having a small chat about what scent reminds you of each other in this little perfume haul.
[🦊] yeonjun
yeonjun had a goal in mind the second you told him you wanted to get a new bottle of perfume. he thought he would be a bit more laid back but... no. it's impossible when he's bombarded with thousands upon millions of thoughts of what scent represents you and what best captures you as a person that it didn't cross his mind that you can just like something without needing a reason to. he's doubling down quicker than you are to smell out every single one but on the umpteenth one, he feels like his nose is fried and has to take a step back with a huff. more so when you're laughing at him. ignoring your request to slow down, jun. the store's not going to disappear, he reaches for another bottle of perfume and gives it a smell, only to gape at the scent that makes him exclaim: "this one! this is the one!" you'd have to cower and reach over to put your hand over his mouth, carefully looking around to make sure the two of you didn't give a false alarm to anyone of danger due to yeonjun's sudden burst of energy. he lowers his head with a sheepish grin, but doesn't hesitate to pull you closer so he can let you have a smell of what got him excited in the first place and... you'll admit. it was a grower rather than a love at first sight and... the way yeonjun's describing how each note makes him think of you, makes him feel for you in a condensed, bottled-up scent, it already secures in your mind that okay, this is the one.
tl;dr: i can see either one or two ways this could go down. one, he'll be leisurely following around to give you his honest opinion or two, it's game time and he has to pick out the perfect scent for you. most likely the latter, probably. he'd be so immersed in trying to find which scent suits you or describes you in his mind; or how each note from a scent makes him think of you that it's almost like a challenge that begun out of nowhere. the ironic thing is that he'll probably clog his nose up with all that smell that he'll have a breakthrough on the scent he picks up out of nowhere, and he's flooded with thoughts of this is the one for you! may or may not be slightly offended if you didn't like the one he picked out but he'd still work towards what you like and try again, and again, and again until he found something that you approve of. (yeonjun gives a 110% no LESS, we BEEN KNEW)
[🐯] beomgyu
beomgyu's intention when he mentioned he wanted to tag along was to have a good gauge of what you like, and possibly return in his own time to find something that suits you to give you as a gift. he asks questions upon questions; what's your favourite? which one suits you the best in your opinion? why do you like this one and not that one? what's your criteria for choosing the perfume and for what occasion? it's almost as if it's an interrogation that you tell him to bro, could you please chill for a second? he'll roll his eyes at you and scoff, clutching onto your hand and lacing your fingers together to prove a point of i'm not your bro, bro. in the midst of silence, a mini burst of laughter follows that you shake your head and continue your search, dragging beomgyu with you around the shop. he's giving you a bit of quiet time as he reads the labels around him until he spots one that he just has to get a sniff of to know what it smells like. you let out a soft oof! when he tugs you to follow where his eyes lead him to and he grabs a piece of paper and lightly shoves it into your hand so you can hold it while he grabs the tester to spray it on the paper. (yes, with your interlocked hands being the reason why you two have to do a bit of teamwork here...) he puts the bottle back onto the shelf and grabs your hand to pull the paper up to both of your noses, where upon first smell it makes the pair of you smile in amusement. then, like a record player that plays a familiar tune that just makes sense, beomgyu can see how you seem to like the smell that fills your nostrils that he doesn't wait for a verbal response to know that he found it, and he's gonna buy it.
tl;dr: i feel like sweet beoms could be a mixture of soobin and yeonjun, or he would come back in his own time to carefully scour out all options to buy one for you as a surprise gift. but he could potentially let the excitement of getting your first-hand approval in front of him take over and he'll let his instincts find something than anything else. i think if you don't like the scent he's chosen, he might be a bit sad about it but he would be more objective in finding another that truly suits your taste and one that you would like to use... however, seeing how pouty he gets if you do reject the one he initially chooses, would probe you to listen to why he chose that for you and maybe work together to choose something together.
[🐿] taehyun
taehyun thought he would be a silent passenger and be of company and honest opinion if you needed it rather than participating to choose for you or with you given that he thinks perfume is such a suggestive thing to purchase. however... when he sees how excited it makes you feel when you smell something you like, or how it makes you back away from something you don't like, it's like it triggers a part of his brain to wonder what you like or what could you potentially like if he chose something? he begins slow by keeping in mind what you like and what you don't like, before carefully stepping away (but not too far) to scout around what's available to what reminds him of you. in his mind, he's thinking of what represents you to him but also what you might want for yourself given the things you've taken out to smell so far. he doesn't notice you're beside him until your hand reaches out to bring his wrist to your nose to get a sniff of the paper of perfume on it to smell. safe to say, he's surprised and even more when you mention: "huh, i kind of like it." he raises a brow and begins his questions: why do you like it? what does it remind you of? do you know what i think when i smell it? would you wear it? what started off as a mindless activity of potentially purchasing perfume, turns into a recollection of the things taehyun pays attention to you and remembers you by that ends with him purchasing a bottle for you.
tl;dr: i'm not sure why but i initially see taehyun as more of a passenger at first that slowly ventures into trying to see what reminds him of you, rather than for you. he wouldn't press for you to take whatever he selects because it's definitely a preference thing but he'll want to know what you like and don't like so it's embedded in his mind for future reference. he'll most likely end up picking something you like based on his attentiveness and the pure luck he has in randomly choosing something; yet, it'll all feel like it makes sense altogether just because it's taehyun. whether you end up buying or he ends up buying a bottle of perfume for you, it'll be a lovely memory and experience of discovering what you like and what he likes when you start asking him of what his preference is.
[🐧] kai
kai thought he had a scent in mind that reminded him of you and would want to prove to you he could pick something out for you that you would like... only to get more confused each time you mention you like or dislike something that questions his choices from the very beginning. it's cute and hilarious watching him get flustered and frustrated over something as simple as choosing a bottle of perfume (even when you didn't ask him to do anything but just follow around, clearly he had other plans in mind). from time to time he'd try to pitch in with what about this one? or maybe this one instead? safe to say, it was clear that he was trying his hardest and to you, that was a sweet gesture that made you feel warm inside. it almost didn't matter the scent he'd pick since you'll try to love it anyway but when he picked out something that made him stop in his tracks, he's quick to pull you towards him so he could let you have a smell of what he struck on. he doesn't know what to make of your expression when you don't smile, only creating a bigger suspense that makes his heart nearly fly out of his chest. he lets out the biggest sigh when you start to grin, nodding as you reach for a bottle to purchase and–"you monster! i thought you hated it!" through the fit of giggles and him chasing after you in the store to reach the cashier first so he can pay for it, it certainly is a memory you would never forget given his attempts of being attentive and by your side, putting in the effort that makes your heart swell each time you'd pick up this perfume bottle to use it.
tl;dr: i feel like kai would make it more complicated than it needs to be, but only because he cares so much and would want to choose something that you would like. he wouldn't necessarily get offended if you don't like something he's picked but it'll definitely confuse him more when he thought you liked something but end up hating it or when you like something he thought you hated; the spiral is never-ending as it is confusing but it somehow makes sense the longer he follows you along. this sweetheart may or may not get a bottle for himself as a tiny reminder he'd have of you around whenever he misses you a lot. (or he'll just take your perfume from time to time, a 'friendly swap' of sorts...)
𖥻 Playlist: Akin Ka Na Lang, Je Te Veux, Love Is You, Sweet, The One That Got Away
There were 2 things to grieve. Losing Yeonjun and trying to accept that he lied to you after all that you had been through. Actually at this point, there were three.
Knowing that your future would no longer contain all the plans that you and Yeonjun put together in the time you two were together. There were still many things you wanted to do with Yeonjun, and because he was immortal, there was more relief since it meant that you wouldn't have to worry about anything bad happening to him. However, his immortality wasn't the main issue- it was the fact that he left and lied to your face, knowing that you loved him so much.
It was so hard to get out of bed. Every morning you would wake up relieved, thinking that his departure was just a nightmare until all the memories came back. Each night you slept with a physical ache in your chest, never ceasing even if you tried to distract yourself. The only time you would find peace was falling asleep after crying for hours, but of course the peace wouldn't last long. When the sun's rays disturbed your sleep the next day, you would wake up and have no motivation to do anything. The cycle would repeat with no peace in sight.
And it's typical and cliche to say that no man should ever have this grip on you, but this time it was different. It was Yeonjun. He was in your life for a couple months and you grew dependent on knowing that he would always stay by your side. Where was he now though? Did you have another guardian angel watching you? You couldn't handle it. He was supposed to stay "chained" to your soul, accompanying you to heaven. At this point, you didn't even want to go to heaven! You didn't want to go anywhere or do anything.
Instead you covered your shaking body into the heavy covers. Unable to move to the middle of the bed, you kept reminiscing about Yeonjun as per usual. That side of the bed was his and cruel enough, the pillows still smelled like him. There were traces of him everywhere so even if you ever decided to forget about him, he never completely went away. Sometimes you would find feathers. Sometimes one of his socks would be on the floor. Sometimes when you were hungry and wanted to drown your sorrows by eating ice cream, his mint ice cream bucket would be in the back of the freezer- another harsh reminder that he left before even finishing it. Everything was just too painful.
Too wrapped up in the thought of your angel, you failed to notice that Beomgyu knocked on the door. He hadn't seen you for a while and neither have your friends which became worrying. On your end it was just radio silence though Beomgyu and Aera tried calling you many times. Since you were ignoring Beomgyu- or so he thought, he decided to show up to your house, knowing that you were inside. When you didn't respond to the knock however, he simply grabbed the spare key hidden underneath the door mat. After all, it was his last resort.
"Y/n?"
You swiftly turned your head to the side, peeking from underneath the blankets surrounding you. On the other side was Beomgyu, a worried expression painting his face as he analyzed your face and the mascara stains you didn't bother wiping off.
You sat up immediately, sniffing as you brought your knees to your chest.
"Oh... sorry, Gyu, I didn't hear you."
Now Beomgyu turned the door so it rested against the wall. Frankly, he was so worried about you that he began to get upset with your radio silence. It was kinda shitty that you weren't responding to anyone for 2 weeks or so, but then again he was extremely worried. He could tell that you were a mess as your hair was all over the place along with the crusty dried mascara marks on the pillows and your face.
"Of course you hadn't. Y/N, what's wrong? No one has heard from you for weeks! And where is Yeonjun? It's like you two disappeared!"
You gulped, hearing Yeonjun's name. Though he disappeared from your life without a trace, there were small things that were like nails to the chest. Only now Yeonjun seemed like a distant dream. It was a harsh wake up call knowing that all of this was real- Yeonjun was gone. Your future was gone. Everything was gone.
Beomgyu picked up on how you winced at Yeonjun's name. His face fell, not wanting to hear the bad news but knowing that it was coming.
"Y/N? Hey, what's wrong?"
You burst into tears, not being able to hold in your emotions anymore. You felt so pathetic for letting him see you this way, so down and depressed. He had never seen you like this before and though he encountered your sadness multiple times, it wasn't as intense as this. Beomgyu pursed his lips, taking a seat on the other side of the bed. You felt sick. That was supposed to be Yeonjun's side.
"Yeonjun and I broke up, Gyu. We broke up and I'm so-" you felt your throat tighten up as you tried to suppress a sob, "he's just gone and I don't know what to do with myself."
Beomgyu calmly nodded, sending you a sympathetic look. He didn't expect your relationship to end so quickly, not with the way you two looked at each other with so much love in your eyes. He only sighed as he pulled you into a hug, shushing you as you tried to explain the situation to him. It broke his heart that you were so sad. And of course, he thought you two were a perfect couple so it was extremely unfortunate to see that it didn't work out.
"Hey, you don't have to explain everything unless you don't want to. Just cry it out so you can get some coherent sentences out, okay?" Beomgyu stroked your hair, weaving his fingers in the tangled mess that had been stuck for days. It reminded you of Yeonjun- gosh, when will you ever stop being reminded of him?! You nodded as you hiccuped, shutting your eyes as if that would shield the mental hurt.
As selfish as it was, you pretended that Beomgyu holding you was Yeonjun. Though he was the cause of your pain, he was still the solace that you needed in his absence.
Unsurprisingly, things weren't going well in heaven either. Almost everyday Yeonjun was acting out in heaven, getting into his usual mischief. However, his trouble wasn't like before. It seemed deliberate, as if he was asking for punishment. Everyone could tell that he was a mess and even though the mighty Seraphim board made many complaints, Yeonjun didn't seem to care. His entire soul was haunted by the memory of you and there was nothing that could calm him down. And if he had a physical heart, it wasn't just aching. It was on fire, burning into a crisp because you were no longer there with him.
Taehyun, the head of the Seraphim, took pity on Yeonjun. The Seraphim had many punishments for him, but Taehyun refused to send out any harm to Yeonjun. Truth be told, the Seraphim head felt a lot of pain seeing how Yeonjun was acting. He knew that he loved you so much. He saw the way Yeonjun was holding you so gently, afraid to wake you as you snored into his arms. How could your relationship and love mean that much to Yeonjun? Though he didn't understand that depth of romantic love, he still understood that it was love no matter how much older and confused he was.
Honestly speaking, trying not to send Yeonjun back to Earth was very hard. But he knew that God wouldn't approve since Yeonjun went against him. He couldn't help but wonder, why was he getting into trouble knowing that he had a bunch of punishment on his plate already? Not even from God whose wrath would be worse, but the Seraphim of all? They felt disgraced watching Yeonjun's mischief become more intense as the days passed.
Taehyun knew that he would have to speak up soon, which is why he called the younger angel to see him, in front of the door with all the magical bubbles inside. He was hoping that his plan would work and Yeonjun would stop making a ruckus. Yeonjun only rolled his eyes when he saw him, to which Taehyun dismissed. Silly enough, love was making him act out when it was the reason why he was there in the first place.
"Why do you need me? Are you going to punish me?" Yeonjun deadpanned, no emotion behind his voice.
Taehyun only frowned in response, crossing his arms.
"Yeonjun, I just don't understand. You keep acting out knowing that there's so much punishment for you ahead. Why?"
Yeonjun shook his head, looking at the ground. He didn't want to respond, not to a stupid question like that. Taehyun didn't know anything and he had no right to ask anything after taking him away from you- an ill assumption really, since it was Yeonjun making the bed in the end.
"If this is what we're doing, just send me home. I'm only here for my punishment, not for silly questions," Yeonjun scoffed, refusing to look him in the eye.
Taehyun's stance remained strong, though he wanted to (genuinely) hit Yeonjun for acting like a moody emotional teen. He needed to give him one more shot at no longer pissing the Seraphim off and since he felt enough pity, he was willing to do whatever to make his plan work. Many had grown tired of Yeonjun's antics, especially his friends that had to deal with his moodiness everyday. This plan had to work.
"Yeonjun, please. I know you hate us all right now, but do you want to see Y/n or not?"
Yeonjun's face lit up with a speckle of hope and his whole body tensed up. He didn't know what to expect. This could be a trap, but as far as he's concerned, he just wanted to be with you.
"What... what are you talking about?"
Taehyun just smirked, pleased at Yeonjun's surprised expression. Seems like there was hope for this emotional angel in the end.
The superior angel slowly turned the doorknob behind him, leading Yeonjun into the mesmerizing bubble room where many lives were floating at his hands. Yeonjun, absolutely confused, let his eyes wander everywhere, hoping that he would foolishly find you. He knew it was selfish to even look at you at this point due to all the pain he caused. And yet, he replayed the image of seeing you the last time just to gain some comfort.
Finally, Taehyun grabbed your bubble of life, looking deeply into the scene before him. He cleared his throat before passing the bubble towards the younger angel whose face immediately fell.
Yeonjun gulped, letting his thumb gently stroke the bubble. His eyes immediately watered as he stared at you, tears running down your face. Your pain was too much for him as he barely noticed that you were crying in Beomgyu's embrace which was failing at comfort. He pursed his lips as he watched your friend's fingers delicately run through your hair, truly understanding how fragile you were. His eyebrows furrowed as Beomgyu pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head, seemingly ignoring how wet his shirt was along with your hair. Slowly his chin nuzzled against you which was a stark difference to you whose hands gripped onto the end of his shirt.
Yeonjun sighed, his facial expression softening into regret. This was what he was afraid of, although it very well contradicted what he wanted for you. How could he be jealous at a time like this? Even though he wanted you to be his forever, he knew he couldn't give you what you deserved- a normal human life. One with children and an aging husband. You didn't deserve what Yeonjun could provide and though he could tell he made you happy, he decided that it wasn't going to be enough for you. So although he wanted to be the only one in your life, his burning desire for your success at a fulfilled life was far greater.
Taehyun watched carefully, observing Yeonjun's body completely relax. He seemed weak in the knees as his fluffy wings folded behind him, too sad to stay up. Slowly Yeonjun turned his head, this time being able to look at his superior in the eye. His caramel eyes were already tearing up as he sheepishly asked, "is there any way I can talk to her again? Please? This is killing me."
The superior angel shook his head, letting his bangs cover his eyes. It was hard to see Yeonjun like this.
Yeonjun bit his lip, somehow cradling the bubble closer to himself in an attempt to bring you closer.
"Please, Taehyun. I know I've been getting into trouble, but that's because I only want to see her! I know you know that, but it's just-"
"You get into trouble, Yeonjun. I just don't understand why because you know if you do well here, you might possibly get to see her sooner."
Yeonjun curled deeper into himself, letting the bubble ground itself on his crossed arms. He let himself fall against the clouds below himself, resting his chin against the top of the bubble.
"Because at the same time, I know I don't deserve to see her again. It's pulling me apart- the desire to see her and knowing that I'm not worth any of her time seeing how much I hurt her. And I want punishment for that, which is why I act out. If I hurt myself, then only then do I feel like it's enough to pay my crime."
Taehyun watched Yeonjun's tears fall, silently bouncing off the bubble where you were trapped inside, crying for your angel as well. The only thing to do now was take pity on him. Taehyun groaned, knowing the repercussions of his actions. But seeing Yeonjun on the floor, desperate for you was enough to send him to the edge.
"Fine. I don't like punishing angels, though it may seem like it. I'll let you go to her, but know that there's not a lot of time. I'll give you a day, Yeonjun, but you're going to have to face God since this isn't His plan. Are you willing to take that consequence?"
Yeonjun perked up, his eyes growing wide at Taehyun's generosity. He gently set the bubble beside him, standing slowly and regaining his composure. He had to double check what his superior said, because there's no way that he was offering a day with you.
"W-what? Are you sure? Don't joke around with me, Taehyun."
Taehyun smiled, nodding his head in defeat. How could he be kidding around?
"Just think about it. I'm sure you want to go."
Yeonjun reconsidered the option again, looking back at Taehyun and the bubble. He watched Beomgyu hold you, whispering over and over again that it was okay. The guilt gnawed at his heart as well as the fear of disobeying again. If he went now, then he probably wouldn't be able to witness you growing up. And at the end of the day, that's what he wanted for you. A normal human life.
The mischievous angel's lips formed a line, deciding that it'd be too selfish and wrong for him to go out. Taehyun chuckled, walking towards the door. He knew it was a hard decision for him.
"That's okay. You may stay here for however long you please."
Not responding, Yeonjun sat down again, pulling the bubble into his lap. The door creaked behind him, a high pitch that he didn't pay attention to in the slightest. Darkness ensued, contradicting the luminous glow of every bubble around. Of course, the only thing he could focus on was you. And like you, the only comfort he found in all of the heartbreak was making sure that you were okay.
Somehow, Beomgyu was able to pull you out of your trance by luring you out of bed with food. He decided that delivering the food to your door was better since he could keep an eye on you and at the same time, not let anyone see you as a mess. You were extremely grateful that Beomgyu was by your side this entire time. He was one of the friends where you could seek comfort despite his silly nature. You were grateful that he was the one beside you right now. Of course you had friends like Aera and a super close sister, but you knew you could trust Beomgyu completely.
He watched as you toyed with the utensils, staring back at the food he graciously bought you. It was hard seeing everything on your plate. Thank goodness Beomgyu bought your favorite food. It looked great and delicious as always but your lack of appetite made it hard to enjoy.
Beomgyu broke the silence, letting his spoon clink against the fine plate. "So... do you want to tell me what happened?"
You pushed your food again to the side, opting to play with it so you would no longer focus on your nausea. Feeling rather guilty, you shot Beomgyu a weak smile as you laid your elbows against the table.
"Well, he just got up and left. We had no problems after he came back from visiting his relatives, so I thought everything was okay. I just don't know why he would leave without a word and since then, I've heard nothing from him."
Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, letting himself chew for a moment before responding.
"And there was nothing that made him leave? I mean obviously it's not your fault, but maybe he had a reason."
You sighed, looking up to the sky. Would it be wise to tell Beomgyu that Yeonjun was really out of this world? You weren't sure. He would call you crazy if you told him that your blue-haired troublemaker was actually your guardian angel. Then again, not saying that wouldn't be good either. You knew you could trust him for he would never tell anyone, but you were scared he would label you off as crazy. Keeping the truth was driving you crazy though, since you knew that Beomgyu was there to help you.
Said boy could tell that you were struggling to find the right words, battling the internal struggle that prohibited you from saying the truth. He gave you a look, turning his head to the side as if to egg you on.
You couldn't help but smile at his action a little bit, taking a bite of your food as he watched you, bewildered.
"Promise you won't call me crazy? But in order for you to maybe understand why he left, I think it's only right to tell you."
That seemed to catch Beomgyu's attention as he fixed his posture, straightening up his back.
"Oh no! Don't tell me. Did he give you the "I don't deserve you" spiel?"
You laughed, shaking your head which lightened the vibes. "No, Yeonjun is not like that..." you sighed, again finding it hard to believe that he left you.
"I know that you won't believe me, but I promise I'm not lying."
Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows, surprised that you thought he would accuse you of being a liar. He had no clue what you were going to say next, but surely it couldn't be that bad.
"Yeonjun is um... my guardian angel."
"WHAT?!"
Beomgyu spat out his food, quickly grabbing a napkin nearby while you giggled at his reaction. He shot you an incredulous look, squinting his eyes. He obviously didn't believe a word you were saying but he also knew you weren't a liar?
"Yeah..." you passed him a glass of water to ease his embarrassment, "please don't think I'm crazy or anything of the sort. I know it's very hard to believe, but just trust me."
You didn't let him get a word in as you explained the rest of the story, noting how strange he was acting when he came back through the window. You told him the insecurity that was practically dripping from Yeonjun's words and how he clung unto you as he cried. It was a hard story to tell as you tried to recall every detail, careful not to sweep anything under the rug because Beomgyu might find a clue. More than anything, you needed hope. Hope was enough to keep you going in such a cruel situation.
Eventually Beomgyu spoke up, covering his mouth with his hand in serious thought.
"I'm sorry to say this, Y/n. I'll start this off by saying that what he did was wrong, but I also understand him- if he is actually an angel. I think his insecurities definitely caused him to leave, and I think it's rather selfless of him in the end to be thinking of the rest of your life with a strange relationship. Leaving you with no explanation wasn't right though, and I'm sorry."
You gulped, eyes darting away from his. Talking about it made you feel better, but it only made the realization of his departure sink deeper into your wounded heart. The deafening silence between you two brought back memories of that very night. How grateful you were to be able to reminisce about Yeonjun yet unlucky because of how much you needed him at that very moment.
"I know, Gyu. I wish he was still here; I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet."
It shouldn't be possible, but the person you hated for leaving was also the person you needed comfort from the most. It was funny to say, but Yeonjun would know what to do and how to make you feel better, even though he was the cause of your heartbreak.
Just like that, a week passed by. The days were slow and you forced yourself to go back to classes and fill your schedule with things that would make you forget your current predicament. It was easier said than done, though. You swore your mind absolutely loved making life hell for you, since it'd say "oh, Yeonjun would love this!" or "the last time you were here, you were still with Yeonjun!" Every minute was torture but you knew you couldn't live like that forever, cooped up in your bed, waiting for your guardian angel to come back.
Even breathing was hard enough, but you were able to push through it. Surely, you could live without him. You experienced life before he was even there. It's not like he was by your side when you weren't aware... but this time, his departure felt final and you knew that you wouldn't be seeing him for a long time.
Aera picked up on how grumpy you were when you worked on assignments together. Beomgyu told her everything about the breakup, leaving out the convenient part that Yeonjun was actually an angel. You didn't mind; you couldn't bear to repeat the story again, enforcing reality as a result. On the other hand, you weren't sure if you could tell Aera and yes you two were close, but your friendship with Beomgyu was different. You knew she wouldn't judge you but honestly she probably wouldn't give the best advice. She was the type of friend to give solutions rather than listen- which was great of course, but wasn't what you needed right now, as selfish as it sounded.
"Hey! Are you listening?" Aera tapped on your shoulder. You dropped your pencil, startled. You kind of forgot that she was there and you sent her a weak, guilty smile.
"Yeah, sorry I didn't hear anything. I'm still just shaken up after what happened with Yeonjun."
Aera sighed, defeated, resting her head against your shoulder. You only looked at your half-assed work on the library's wooden table, feeling like a terrible friend for not really wanting to talk. But then again, who could blame you? It was extremely cliche, but Yeonjun truly was your everything and now he was gone.
"I really liked Yeonjun. It's messed up. I knew he loved you and you loved him- I shipped you guys so hard! I just don't understand."
"Me too," you agreed after a moment of silence. The knot in your throat stopped you from saying anything more- not that you had much to say anyway. It was still hard to admit, even weeks later. Yeonjun leaving was alien-like to you; it didn't seem like he ever would leave your side, not with all his promises.
For a couple of moments you two just sat there, working comfortably even if there was a bit of tension in the air. It wasn't anything between you two; it was the topic of Yeonjun being brought up. The sounds of the pencil scribbling made it easier to focus on your assignment as you tried not to let the thought of the blue-haired angel distract you once again.
Aera hummed, making you look at her. It was out of the blue which meant that she was cooking up a thought, a habit that you picked up on ever since you two had become friends. Knowing that you were looking, she smirked, all of a sudden acting smug. You tilted your head to the side, confused and slightly insecure that something was wrong with your face or your outfit.
"What?"
Her smirk turned into a smile as she slowly pulled out her phone from her pocket.
"You want to know how you can move on from Yeonjun?"
You could basically guess what she was going to say and you quickly shook your head, mistakenly hoping that she wouldn't suggest-
"You should go on a date!"
Aera shoved the phone in your face, waving it around. There was a picture of one of her friends that you had forgotten about but met before. It seems that she was planning to suggest this a while ago and your study hang out was the perfect time to catch you while you were halfway occupied. She had pulled up his instagram page in the time while you were studying, choosing the cutest picture so that you would have to agree. You wanted to throw up, unreasonably feeling like you were cheating on your guardian angel- the love of your life. It was incredibly foolish.
Wanting to forget Yeonjun, you took a step into the unknown. It may have been a decision you would regret in the future, but it was better than moping around for a boy that may never return. In addition, your friends would probably appreciate you trying to move on instead of hearing about heartbreak all day. You wanted to please Aera despite how broken you felt on the inside. The benefits outweighed the odds at this point, so why not?
You groaned, shutting your eyes before whispering a hesitant yes. In response, Aera squealed, wrapping her arms around you as you plastered on an obviously fake smile. She was so happy... unlike you sitting there beside her, thinking about how Yeonjun would be unhappy knowing about the date.
Even though you were unsure if he was watching from wherever he was, you still felt sick to your stomach. Your heart would forever be loyal to Yeonjun no matter what. Your thoughts were also solely focused on him, tied to the thought of the most handsome boy you've ever seen. On the bright side though, maybe the future date would help you move on. Maybe just a little bit- enough for you to forget about him for a night.
Above Earth there was a disheveled Yeonjun, still gently rubbing the bubble as he watched you converse with Aera. For the past few days and nights, he's been watching your every move, making sure that you get home safe and eat well. Unfortunately, the second option wasn't going well for you which made him worry even more. He wasn't sure how long it had been since it was dark in that room with the exception of the iridescent bubbles around him, but he knew it was too many days away from you.
He would lie and tell Taehyun that he was only watching you because you didn't have a guardian angel, making you susceptible to dangerous situations. Taehyun allowed it simply because he couldn't have a human unprotected- he knew it was wrong. So although Yeonjun gritted his teeth, lying (they both knew he was), it was the best option with you in mind.
This time he was eagerly listening to your conversation with Aera. As always his heart sank whenever you spoke about him with a sad tone, but alas, he knew was the cause. If anything, he should have and was expecting it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.
Mindlessly listening as he thought of your memories, it wasn't until Aera mentioned setting you on a date that he perked up. He raised his eyebrows watching your hesitancy turn into a small glimmer of hope. There's no way you were considering it, were you? Well, it had only been a couple weeks since he left, so it was genuinely too soon to embark on another lover.
Realizing that he was rather hypocritical, he forced himself to listen even if his heart was breaking into pieces.
"So you'll go on a date with him?" Aera questioned, shoving you playfully as you rolled your eyes.
You shook your head in defeat. Albeit, there was a small grin on your face as you quietly whispered an uncertain...
"... Yes."
Yeonjun frowned, battling in his mind whether he should leave. Taehyun gave him the opportunity, but fear was holding him back, along with his insecurity and pain. He gulped, pinching the skin between his eyes as he sighed. It would be so incredibly wrong of him to come back in your life. Yet, he pondered, looking deeply into the bubble where you were. You were too beautiful- how could he ever let you go, even if it was wrong of him?
In the end, that was the whole point of your relationship! Yeonjun was your guardian angel and he was supposed to protect you in the first place! But he ended up falling in love with you and you with him, no matter how unethical it was. You two experienced an unforgettable love together, one that didn't transpire from fate and time itself. Leaving you was a mistake Not trying to get you back yet again would be a bigger mistake he knew he would regret for the rest of his years. Spending forever in pain because he never felt the pressure of your kiss again was excruciating.
All of this thinking led Yeonjun to softly ground your bubble into the clouds below him. He didn't hesitate at the door, flinging it open as he ran to where Juno and Taehyun were. Not giving them a second, he yelled that he was going to find you no matter the consequences. Taehyun watched proudly as Yeonjun opened his feathery white wings and took a dive to Earth with nothing holding him back now. It was the most mature thing that Taehyun had ever seen him do.
Aera sent you the details soon after, telling you that her friend was dying to take you out. For context, this guy had liked you for so long, but you never once noticed him like that. You guessed that that was another reason to give him a chance, out of pity perhaps.
So here you were, on a misty Saturday evening, rolling the mascara spoolie over your eyelashes countless times. You wanted to be perfect for tonight. (Yeonjun would still think you're beautiful anyway, even if you were in a shirt of his and messed up hair). It was evident in your outfit as well since you decided to go in something that made you look all the more irresistible, in the male gaze probably. (It was Yeonjun's favorite outfit on you if you two ever decided to go out somewhere nice). Lastly, you spritzed some sweet vanilla perfume over the sensitive spots of your body, hoping that it would last the night. (Yeonjun would bury his face on the crook of your neck every time you wore it, not getting enough of you).
The date was going to be held at a fancy restaurant, one that you and Yeonjun had been at before. You sighed, tiredly putting your head on the vanity's desk. Fuck- this wasn't his night; you had to snap out of his haze and put in all your attention towards the new guy and how pretty you had to look. You weren't going to allow him to ruin tonight. He can have any other night with your heart in his hand, but not this night at least.
But it seemed that your mind wasn't listening to you as you were looking at yourself in the mirror. Physically you were as beautiful as you could be, but the inside... all it was was a remnant of who you used to be, not full of life because your life fled that particular night. Never did you think you could be so caught up in a boy but there it was, rearing its ugly head every time you took a breath.
You glanced down at all your makeup, surprised that it caught dust. You hadn't been wearing it a lot ever since Yeonjun loved you; you never felt insecure with him. It was one of the things you cherished about him, how he made you feel like you were the most gorgeous girl in the world. He never had a funny way of showing it, cupping your cheeks as he whispered sweet nothings and telling you that you were the most stunning thing he had ever seen in his millennia of being alive.
You huffed, clutching your bag as you stood up with shaky legs. You would clean up this mess later in the silence of the night, when your feelings would inevitably suffocate you. Just not right now, not when there were too many memories in your forsaken house.
Everything was a blur, meeting your date who picked you up to go to the restaurant. He was extremely sweet, acting like a gentleman who opened the door for you all the time and handing you his jacket when you got cold. You were pleasantly surprised at his behavior. Perhaps if you met him first, things would be different. He was actually pretty cute and you were unsure as to why you hadn't noticed him before.
Your throat went dry at your thoughts no matter how much wine you had. The date was going well, but you knew that he knew something was off. He didn't budge though, simply bringing up new conversations every time that one got stale or wasn't something you were interested in. He was oh so nice, too perfect that it made you feel extremely guilty for not being completely open to dating at that moment.
Yet, you could still laugh at his silly jokes or the exuberant stories he told. He did most of the talking, letting you eat one of your favorite meals although you didn't get much in your stomach due to lack of appetite. But that was okay! You were still having fun. All through the night you could only admire his energy and his warmth, causing you to smile the most you have this week.
He sent you a sugary sweet smile, laying the side of his head on top of his knuckled hand.
"You know, Y/N, I've been enjoying this date and talking to you. I know it's only the first date, but I really like you and I'm hoping that we could do this again?"
You sipped on your wine, feeling light from his words. Tonight was going perfectly, so why didn't you feel perfect? The answer was obvious but some part of you was hoping that you would come to your senses and at least gain some feelings for this man. However, if you had to stay true to yourself, you felt nothing. Yes, you liked your date and the way he was treating you, but it just wasn't right. That only made you feel all the more guilty, which meant that you had to be honest with him.
"Oh, um..."
Your eyes latched onto the entrance of the restaurant where you saw a... fluff of blue hair? Your heart dropped as much as your jaw and you perked up, your bottom hovering against the chair. No one else had that specific shade of blue- that was Yeonjun's blue! Seeing that blue was only momentarily, just a couple of seconds. You were left shocked and confused, a speckle of hope flashing in your heart. Did you just see him? Maybe you were hallucinating.
"Hey, is everything okay?" He turned his head around, following your gaze to the entrance of the door where you thought you saw him. He raised an eyebrow at your expression, wondering what you saw to have that reaction.
You shuddered, rubbing the corner of your eyes but careful enough not to smudge your makeup. There's no way he would be here, so your eyes were definitely playing tricks on you.
"Yeah, um... look," you cleared your throat, lacing your hands together nervously, "I've had a lot of fun tonight and you were awesome! It's just..." you couldn't find the right words to convey what you were feeling, knowing that it was wrong and harsh.
He seemed to understand perfectly, drawing his mouth into a straight line.
"You're still hung up over Yeonjun, huh."
You meekly nodded your head, feeling just as embarrassed as he probably felt. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as both struggled to say something- anything that would make the atmosphere less awkward. Fortunately your date was mature and nice enough to get it, gently laying his hand over yours from across the table.
"Hey, it's alright. I kind of got the memo and I know it hasn't been long since you guys broke up. But just so you know," he smiled, flashing a toothed smile to make you comfortable, "I'll be here if you decide differently. In the meantime, we can be friends."
Feeling incredibly grateful at his mature and cheeky words you smiled back, nodding once again.
"Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks so much for being really understanding about the whole situation."
Both of you knew that you wouldn't call him up again. It was a silent agreement practically, though you two enjoyed the rest of the solemn night. Soon after, he suggested that it's time to go home, ending the evening with a slightly bad note since things had grown awkward. But that was your fault, you supposed.
On the way home through the rugged roads knitted aside the grass, you gazed into the cloudy night sky, wondering if he could see you from above. The mere thought was enough to push you to tears, making your heart squeezing in your chest uncontrollably. The date backfired. It only helped you realize that you missed Yeonjun even more.
Not caring to throw off your pretty clothes, you curled up in bed again with no end to your tears. It was rather pathetic and you wished you could forget everything. The date was a success in hindsight, but not your goal- to forget Yeonjun for just one night.
How could you? Everything reminded you of him, even if you tried not to let it sway you. You couldn't handle the amount of despair you felt, not forever.
Once again you clasped your hands together, shutting your eyes with all your might. The only thing that could bring you comfort at the moment was praying, as silly as it sounded. You put your whole heart and soul into prayer, wishing that Yeonjun would just come back. Just one more time.
Unknowingly to you, Yeonjun had been in the house prior to your arrival. He stayed in the other room, knowing that you wouldn't come in. He was still on the fence of making himself known, battling between the thoughts of interfering or letting you live. He wanted to leave you alone, but he physically couldn't, which is why he pulled up at the restaurant. He made sure that you didn't see him, doing the same even now when you were at home.
But your cries and hopeless wishing words caused his whole body to twist in pain as he listened on the other side, pressing his ear against the white wall. Enough was enough for him and maybe a peek would calm him down before he did anything that he would regret. Quietly he stayed in the doorway, peering his head through the crack you made since you didn't close the door completely.
Your perfume still lingered in the air, but now your makeup wiped off from the water dripping off your cheeks. Yeonjun's heart ached at the sight of you and he couldn't help himself but throw the door open, startling you with wide eyes.
His muscles acted way before he was thinking and he threw his arms around your shaking body, now in shock that your prayer came true. He whispered, rubbing his thumbs against your wet cheeks, trying to wipe away each black tear that stained your face.
"Angel, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, please don't cry; I can't handle it." There were tears in his eyes as he said this, looking at how weak and vulnerable you were- one thing he promised not to let happen again and another thing that he broke.
You remained silent, too stunned to do anything. When you realized that he was actually here, close enough where you could feel him breathing, you pushed him away with trembling hands. Though you were incredibly weak as your muscles were failing you, Yeonjun got the hint and jumped away, somehow shocked that you were pushing him away.
"Yeonjun? What the fuck are you doing here?! After disappearing for so long?! You have no right to be hugging me after what you did!" You shrieked, backing away from him from your side of the bed.
He gulped, becoming embarrassed as he looked down at the floor.
"I-I know. I'm sorry. I just did it without thinking, but-"
You glared at him, crossing your arms. Ironic enough, you couldn't stand being near him despite wishing for his appearance. You're not going to take any of this bullshit, knowing that he could leave you again like you were nothing. You had to protect your heart and build walls around it while you still had the chance, something you failed to do when he came back the first time.
"Get out, Yeonjun. I don't want to see your face. It hurts."
His heart managed to break again at your harsh words that he knew were very well deserved. But he knew he had to fight for you- fight for something he didn't know could ever be saved after what he did. It was at least worth trying.
"Please, angel. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry for how much pain I caused you. I can explain everything, if you let me, please."
"No, I can't. You have a lot of nerve coming back here when you know you're just going to leave again. I never want to see you again, Yeonjun."
You shook your head aggressively, trying to find the right words to say. In a fit of anger and irrationality, you yelled many things- hurtful things that affected Yeonjun. Nevertheless he kept begging to explain, too despondent to do anything else but plead.
"Please, Y/N. I know you hate me," he paused for a moment as his words started to sink in, "but please let me explain."
"I do hate you, so just get out!"
He accidentally reached out to you- a habit he frequently did whenever you were upset, and you stood up, pushing him away. Against your shoves, he anchored himself to the ground, begging you to let him stay as you forcefully and physically tried to get him to leave. You failed to realize that it was his footsteps leading himself out rather than your shoves, and that hurt much more to him.
"Leave. Just leave, Yeonjun." With one last push, you sent him out the door and into the hallway. He gazed at you with a somber, desperate expression, and you knew that he knew he couldn't get you back. he looked down at the floor, more hurt than anything, as he nervously toyed with his fingers.
"I'm sorry, angel. I'm sorry."
You shut the door in his face, running back to the only comfort you could get- your bed. You harshly pulled the covers over your trembling body, trying to hide your sobs. Even though Yeonjun was the cause and definitely deserved to see what he did to you, you didn't want to hurt him anymore. You grabbed the pillow and hid your face into it, letting your hurt drown out. It didn't work and you knew he could hear everything.
As Yeonjun stayed on the other side, he felt weaker every time he heard you cry. It didn't seem like enough punishment for him; he wanted to take your pain whilst also ripping his body from limb to limb for each cry. He couldn't do that, thanks to him being an angel. For now, the only thing he could do was wait behind the closed door, sitting against it to make sure that you would get some sleep after all that happened. He would fight to close his eyes until hours later even after you let out your last sob.
When you awoke, your whole body was aching. You wiped your eyes, looking around the room in confusion. The morning rays were pouring in your room, falling onto the pretty clothes you wore last night. Rubbing the temple on the side of your head, you groaned. Drinking some wine probably got you tipsy. You couldn't really remember what happened during the date but when you got home... Many memories came flooding in your head, ones where you were yelling at Yeonjun who came out of the blue and pleaded with his whole heart to explain everything.
You jumped out of bed, grabbing onto what you were wearing, which was coincidentally Yeonjun's shirt. It was a bit big on you, slightly passing the middle of your thigh. You didn't even remember putting it on so maybe in your drunk haze you grabbed it. Yeonjun would have a field day seeing you in his shirt, but that doesn't even matter. He had no right to even talk to you, not after what he did.
Yeonjun probably left after his dramatic entrance. There's no way he would still be waiting for you since you made it clear that you didn't want him there. Even then, you weren't sure if that was the complete truth. However, you knew you had to put walls up because you weren't willing to get hurt the same way again.
Slowly opening the door, you looked around the hallway, somewhat hoping that he did stay. The door creaked quietly when you pulled it open, but there was another sound that caught your attention instead. When you followed the sound, there you saw Yeonjun peacefully snoring as if nothing happened. His back was against the wall which wasn't completely comfortable for his wings.
He grumbled in his sleep, muttering something as he tried to get comfortable. Your heart started to think rather than your head, taking pity that he spent the whole night against the wall. Noticing his dark circles, your eyes then followed to what was beside him, a simple plate of eggs and blueberry pancakes- a meal he would always have trouble with but always try to make you whenever he woke up earlier.
He probably made it an hour ago since it still seemed fresh before he decided to sleep. You leaned against the door panel, fixating against the ceiling. You couldn't look at him. He knew everything about you: the time you'd wake up, your favorite breakfast foods, and even making them when he knew he hadn't mastered cooking. Unfortunately you felt your heart softening the more you thought about how sweet he was being.
Interrupted by more of his muttering, you squatted down to meet his level on the ground. His eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head to the other side, whispering something like "please, there isn't time."
You rolled your eyes, choosing to wake him up so he could explain. Both of you knew that you deserved an explanation after his sudden disappearance, and it's a good thing that you were willing to let him in spite of recent events. Aggressively you grabbed Yeonjun's shoulders, shaking him until he woke up with fluttering eyes.
He gulped, sitting up from his uncomfortable position on the floor. His hands flew to his back, but it wasn't the agonizing pain that shocked him the most. Incredulous to see you in front of him, sitting down with a confused expression on your face, Yeonjun's mouth flew agape. He started stuttering, a mix of sleepiness and stun that prohibited him from finding the right words. You decided to take pity on him, instead letting yourself start the long awaited and awkward conversation.
"Yeonjun, what were you grumbling about in your sleep? Something about no time left?"
He nodded his head frantically, grabbing the plate beside him and shyly offering it to you. He raised it up to your face but you pretended to ignore it with a blank expression on your face. He sighed, placing it down beside him gently.
"There won't be any time left. I just need you to come with me, Y/N. I know you hate me, but it's necessary."
Great. There were more vague sentences rather than answering your questions. Frankly, you were tired of it. He had a chance to explain everything and instead you would be the one asking questions in the end.
"Yeonjun, I can't. I don't know what you want to do with me, and I'm sure as hell not going with you after what you did."
He looked down at the floor, embarrassed of what he asked. He knew he was out of line and there wasn't anything that could help his case. "I know. But I can promise you that I won't hurt you-"
You scoffed, shaking your head. "You won't hurt me? I'm sorry to break it to you, Yeonjun, but you hurt me so much when you left. So you can't say that."
"I know! I get it. I'm really sorry, Y/N, but you really need to trust me!" He cried exasperatedly, reaching out to grab your hands. His touch was like acid, and you pushed it away as if it burned. Your unwillingness to not be near him and your coldness hurt him more than anything, even though he knew that it was well deserved.
"I can't go with you, Yeonjun. I was just starting to live fine without you, and you just had to show up and ruin everything!"
He pushed himself from the wall, coming to you with his hands on the ground to support him. "Is that so?" He inched closer to you, crawling so near that you could feel his breath fanning against your mouth. The close proximity between your lips and his made you burn, as well as the suddenly sultry look on his face. He was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.
"We both know that's a lie," Yeonjun simply stated as he grabbed a fistful of your- well, his shirt. "You're wearing my shirt right now, no?"
Your eyes widened and you scooted away to which he chuckled at. He knew you were wrapped around his finger, but you were not going to give him satisfaction with an embarrassing reaction.
"Shut up! I don't even remember putting it on- and you can't do that!"
Yeonjun just laughed a little bit while your heart fluttered. Even now he could make your heart beat faster, despite everything that happened. The way you two continued to act the way before you had made you tear up; the way things were before were perfect, so why did he have to go and ruin everything?
You sniffed, tearing up as you watched his eyes crinkle. He was always perfect, your blue-haired boy angel that you loved so much. He was right there, smiling at you, even though you thought you would never see him again. Your overflowing care for him continued to make you weak and there was no point in building up walls when you knew that you still needed him the most. That part of you would never change.
"Why, Yeonjun?" Your voice faltered, almost failing you as it came out like a whisper. "I thought you loved me. Why did you choose to leave?"
His laugh faded and he frowned, this time becoming serious. "I'm sorry, angel. I had to, or else there were bigger consequences."
You felt the familiar knot in the back of your throat and you let your tears run freely this time. It was getting harder to breathe, and you just needed the truth.
"Didn't you love me, Yeonjun? You told me you did before you fell asleep, and then you just left."
Yeonjun reached forward, delicately swiping a fallen tear from your eye. His action had you swooning on the inside, although your mind was screaming at your heart to stop. The tip of his smile was gently raised, but you could tell that he was sad by his somber gaze.
"I did love you," he caught himself quickly, "I still do, angel, which is why you deserve an explanation. When I first left, I made a complaint to the Seraphim asking for them to move me. I figured that I was being stupid because I didn't want to admit that I had feelings for you, so I came back. It didn't help that I missed you so much."
He was gentle with his words before tensing up. "The Seraphim wanted to see why I complained, so the head visited me that very night. He told me that I would have to come back to heaven, and if I did well, then I would get to see you again after 10 years- from afar, of course."
You couldn't stop yourself from crying now, feeling extremely bad that he had to deal with all of that. And knowing that Yeonjun wanted things to be normal before he inevitably left hurt even more. Although you understood his reasoning for not saying anything, things still weren't okay. It didn't make things right, the way he lied to you.
"I'm only here because they saw how much of a mess I was. Only now, we have to stand before God and make our case. I'm not sure what will happen to me," he swallowed, letting the silence coat the atmosphere before continuing, "after all, I went against His word. But I just... I had to see you. At least one more time."
Your heart shattered at his words. He risked everything to see you and would eventually face a bigger punishment. Both of you knew what he was hinting at. His existence would be erased, and he would die at the hands of God. Him coming back was basically asking for death.
Knowing what you were thinking, Yeonjun opened his arms wide open, "come here."
Not even thinking you jumped in his arms, soon creating a wet patch against his black shirt. His fingers met the strands of your hair, gently combing while you sniffled against his shoulder. He cooed, holding you close as he kissed the side of your head.
"I'm sorry for everything that I caused, angel. I missed you so much and I wish we could stay this way forever, but now we are going to have to face God together."
You gripped onto the back of his shirt, not feeling close enough despite your hug. His embrace and cologne were comforting though what lay ahead was a dangerous road. The good thing was that he was in your arms finally, kissing and holding you so gently and lovingly.
Your angel, Yeonjun was back. And though you weren't sure what your fates held in store, you knew the two of you would face it together, together at last.
Released: June 17, 2024, 1:06am (CT)
Thoughts: YAY I released the next part for eternity! I can't believe there's only two parts left to which I PROMISE I will finish soon! I have loved writing this series and it'll definitely be super bittersweet when I finally finish it. I'm already starting to miss it but yeah, come back for a great ending! I wonder what will happen <3
When Beomgyu dies unexpectedly, Yeonjun prays to be able to see him again. His wish comes true but only while he is dreaming. Only glimpses out of the corner of his eye. Only off in the distance. No touching. No speaking. Just before he wakes up again. Just a taste of the real thing. It starts to take a toll on him until they can be reunited once again and all Beomgyu can do is watch.
